(Tina's pov: The next morning)
I can't believe this man is here, in my apartment. I bandaged him up last night and while that was happening, I had to fight down my buried feelings for him.
I left Gotham for a reason. To get away from him. No, I wanted to see what the world has to offer for me. I'm the only one out of my friends who decided to push my powers to the side. It's not that I don't like to use them, it's just...I wanted to...crap I can't explain why. I just don't want to use them.
Dick moans on the couch and turns on his less injured side. His soft snores continue as I pull the blanket closer to him. I smile softly at how youthful he looks. My mind suddenly reflects back on our conversation last night.
"You're taken?" Dick's brow raises as I continue to clean the laceration on his thigh.
"Why do you act so surprised?" A flash of regret appears for a split second, but is soon replaced with arrogance.
"It won't last long," he smiles.
"Wow thanks for the jinx," I roll my eyes and grab the surgical needle and thread.
"It's not a jinx, Ti" I look into his eyes and see how serious he is.
"Whatever, Dick. What happened to your flavor of the month?" I ask as I start stitching him up.
"She got married," he deadpans. I pause what I was doing and look at him with wide eyes.
"You didn't," I reprimand.
"Hey I was undercover as a stripper and it was her bachelorette party. I had to act the part," he chuckles but groans as I pull tightly on the last stitch.
"I bet you were REALLY committed to your job," I say sarcastically as I bandage his wound to keep it in place.
"You're starting to sound like my partner," he smiles, revealing the small dimples on the corners of his mouth.
Oh dear. This is going to be tough.
"Tina," his groan brings me out of the memory.
"Hey sleepy head," I smirk as his aquamarine eyes blink up at me.
"Ugh, what happened?" He asks as he sits up on the couch, but groans back down.
"Nevermind. I remember," He sighs as he wraps his arm around his middle.
Damn even when he's beat up he looks good.
His muscular body is riddled with scars, old and new, and bruises. He slowly stretches himself out, flexing his muscles, and cracking his bones.
"Really? Was that necessary?" I ask as I move towards the kitchen.
"Don't deny that you didn't like it," I can feel his eyes following me. I turn around and make contact with his chest. His handsome face stares down at me with those piercing blue eyes.
"You wish," I smirk. I tried to ignore how close he is and focus on getting away from here.
"I wish for a lot more than you staring at me," he whispers.
"And I wish for you to grab your shit before my roommate comes home," I smile sweetly, before heading towards the kitchen again.
"Hey-" before he could speak a knock interrupts his sentence. My eyes widen and I quickly push him out of the way.
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About THAT Night (Dick Grayson x OC)
Fanfiction"Somehow in my lucid state I found my way to you. I don't know why I felt the need to come here when I did, but I did it anyway," Dick lifted his hand and gently brushed his knuckles across my cheek. I leaned into his touch and glanced at his muscle...
